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Riley's gentle eyes of true blue watch the world around him with a casual alertness. The kindness in them extends to his smile, softening the amusement that usually lingers on his lips. Honeyed blond hair brushes the tips of his ears, cut short enough to allow a glimpse of the long thin scar that runs down the back of his neck, disappearing behind his robes. His youth is made more apparent by the smoothness of his face, free from wrinkles or beard.

There is an unhurried purpose to Riley's gait, that of a man who knows where he is going but savors the journey to get there. His body is not that of a warrior, his muscles lean and lithe - skin darkened by 'Rifter's kiss. His movements are easy as he practices his craft, as are the rest of his mannerisms - a relaxed confidence he carries with him, no matter the fray.

Nowhere is his profession more apparent than in his touch. His hands are the smooth, long fingered hands of a healer. - hands that bring relief and easing of pain. The timber of his voice is, at first, in contrast to the relaxed ease of him - a natural shyness tainting it with hesitation. It smooths out with familiarity, becoming as comfortable as the rest of him.

His well worn robes holds the softness of countless washings. They carry the fresh smell of salves and herbs and the moist rich soil of the forest. They are kept clean and altered with slits along the hem, transforming them into battle gear when needed. A belt of blue and silver winds around his waist and secures his robe in place, from it hangs a silver pendent with the letters SR.

From the other side of his belt hangs a small, rectangular wooden box with a knob at the top and a loop of chain is attached to the bottom of the box. Four small holes have been cut out along one side of the box, revealing a row of zeros. The words "Accident Free" are carved above the zeros.